Your article brings to mind the artificial light experiments that Dr Rowan did with crows and juncos and the how light affects migration. He referred to the fall equinox as bringing on testicular recrudescence in birds and left students wondering about themselves.
Testicular recrudescence would be a concern among students. One of my profs once commented that at times male undergraduate students were nothing more than the sum of their testicular tissue (or words to that effect) for all the good they were in the classroom.
I liked your summary of the history and I'm all for longer evenings in the winter. My Grandfather was born in 1867 and was very old when I was a youngster and I didn't care about time other than staying out to play past some impossible deadline and getting into trouble. My Grandfather had a pocket watch and every morning at 11:00 a.m. he sat in his wooden armchair in front of a big radio that mostly blasted static on one station. He pulled out his pocket watch and listened for the daily time signal. Grandkids knew this was a time for total silence. When the countdown was done Grandpa would nod his head and put his watch back in his vest pocket and life resumed but we never understood the ritual - just the rules.
Your article brings to mind the artificial light experiments that Dr Rowan did with crows and juncos and the how light affects migration. He referred to the fall equinox as bringing on testicular recrudescence in birds and left students wondering about themselves.
Ha!
Yes, Bill. I remember Dr. Rowan's experiments. According to Wikipedia, he founded the Dept. of Zoology at the U of Alberta (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Rowan_(biologist)).
I guess I knew that...?
Testicular recrudescence would be a concern among students. One of my profs once commented that at times male undergraduate students were nothing more than the sum of their testicular tissue (or words to that effect) for all the good they were in the classroom.
Count me in as one who would love to stay on mountain standard time all year.
I liked your summary of the history and I'm all for longer evenings in the winter. My Grandfather was born in 1867 and was very old when I was a youngster and I didn't care about time other than staying out to play past some impossible deadline and getting into trouble. My Grandfather had a pocket watch and every morning at 11:00 a.m. he sat in his wooden armchair in front of a big radio that mostly blasted static on one station. He pulled out his pocket watch and listened for the daily time signal. Grandkids knew this was a time for total silence. When the countdown was done Grandpa would nod his head and put his watch back in his vest pocket and life resumed but we never understood the ritual - just the rules.
Nice summary, Don. I'm all for standard time year-round.